Stand / Stagger

There must be perfect words

For feeling alone around the people that love you

They hide their concern,

And keep their mouths shut

While they watch you come unglued.

“You are their oldest son!

They raised you better to be healthy and strong!”

I haven’t felt that way in so long

But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling

That all I am is spinning out of control

And it’s slowly becoming clear

That your friends and your family can’t bear

To tell you that they’ve been watching

As you get worse all these years

And it’s still there, the rising fear

That your dependence is more than your share,

And you’re one step closer to nowhere near

But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling

That all I am is spinning out of control.

Tonight it’s hard not to feel like a failure

When I count the scars on my fingers and know

There’s nowhere else to go

I’m finding out that all this means

Is I’m falling apart at the seams,

I’m finding out that all this means

Is I’m falling apart, I’m falling apart at the seams,

Seams, seams, seams

But I’m coming clean.

And there’s not much room to breathe

Between my inconsistencies

And the constant reminder

That I’ve always been this weak

But I’d be fine if I could just shake this feeling

That all I am is spinning out of control.

Tonight it’s hard not to feel like a failure

When I count the scars on my fingers and know

There’s nowhere else to go.